For Jungkook fighting came as easy as breathing. The mindset had been drilled into him since birth. Fights for approval, attention, just about any basic need; his mere existence was a burden to his already struggling parents. Of course he tried everything to make them happy but was only met with scolding and fits of rage. At thirteen Jungkook could be found in the principles office most days. His grades were always spotless, every extra-curricular was taken as seriously as his studies and he never caused a problem in class, that was, until his fist took a one-way ticket to a students face. This sparked something in Jungkook he never felt before...power. Seeing someone brought to their knees because of him, the fear in their eyes, there was no way he was giving this up. So he does it again, and then again. By the third time his parents were called in and he realized they're finally giving a shit, so he made a habit of it. Naturally the newfound attention wore off but the dopamine hits from fighting remained.
Fifteen serves as a turning point in Jungkook's life, hospital bills racked up from all the injured classmates and he's been kicked out of three schools. His dad turned to gambling and his mom was nowhere to be found. Where was the money coming from? Underground rings, the unsavory kind, where dirty money flows like the blood from the mouths of the fighters. Jungkook was indebted to his dad, so he fought. He lost a lot, but then he grew bigger. Developed his own style and put on some muscle. And then he started winning and winning well. By eighteen he had more than enough wins under his belt to convince his dad to let him keep a cut of his own profits and rent a place for himself. Stepping into the ring was like getting everything he's ever wanted, like he was finally worth something. It was too addicting to let go.
Jungkook was twenty-one when his leg was snapped by a loan shark. his dad gambled away all of his money and it was up to Jungkook to pay that back. It's utter betrayal, although nothing he didn't expect. Fighting became survival, each winning goes towards paying off debts that aren't his own.
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The pit, surrounded by dozens, even hundreds of jeering patrons, chanting and roaring for blood. The mixture of moisture and thick smoke in the air coupled with the dried blood caked to the damp floor from the previous fight proved too much for Jungkook. The sweltering heat inside the pit made it impossible to imagine the icy winter air just metres above of the club. Not to mention the florescent lighting that hung directly above their heads served no purpose besides amplifying the dull ache that pulsated through his head.
three fights in one night was cutting it close but tonight he decided on double that amount, after all, he had a debt to settle. Men of all sorts came to watch him fight but he mostly depended on the snooty businessmen; they all knew that if they wanted a quick buck, Jungkook was the man to bet on. It was the last fight of the night and prior to a few minutes ago, he was doing fine, until a wave of exhaustion rushed over him and reality set in. He had been pushed to his absolute limit and may have overestimated how much he really could handle.
He throws a hard kick to the boxers kidney
There's blood on his hands and he knows this, but it's not his, not yet anyway. He knows they're bruised and swollen but every blow to the opposition numbs them. It's not like he had a choice, Hell, nothing in his life had ever been his choice.
Another devastating strike to his opponents chest.
This is what he was trained for.
